Last night the fog lay thick upon the air. The backdrop would have been perfect for a murder scene from Masterpiece Theatre or Mystery!

Growing up on the coast, I’ve survived my share of pea soup fog days. When you move west, you forget what it’s like to go outside and drip. When you haven’t been home in over 12 years, you forget what it’s like to peer desperately into the gloom in order to see 2 feet in front of our face. Driving is a nightmare for someone not used to the lack of visibility and waterlogged windows. I’d rather drive in Winnipeg in winter (I have lots of experience doing so) than Saint John in the fog.

Today, I look out my window and see more fog. Apparently the sun was out for 5 minutes this morning. Obviously not enough time to make an impression.

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